I was stuck in a hazy dreamland where I felt true happiness ever since I picked up my first bottle,
You see, I desperately needed it because I felt like an outsider around other people.
Reminiscing about nostalgic memories of drinking recklessly around Canary Wharf,
But you see, that\'s where it all took off.
I couldn\'t get enough, so I needed more
Honestly, that was all I fucking cared for.
Drink, blackout, repeat
Drink, blackout, repeat.
Drink, blackout, repeat.
Waking up every dull morning with the intention of buying another bottle,
Just so I can feel invincible.
Approaching an awareness that this poison is turning me into a lifeless monster,
So, I bury the distasteful feelings of last night’s crazed drinking bender,
Regret, guilt, confusion.
Regret, guilt, confusion.
Regret, guilt, confusion.
I was robbed of my heartfelt passions in life, as I’ve been heartlessly stabbed in the back with a knife.
Here I was, convinced it was my true friend, although I figured it was all pretend.
Inevitably, the fun died out as it caused all sorts of issues,
My boyfriend gave me an ultimatum to stop my alcohol abuse.
I was not only sabotaging myself, but everyone else surrounding me,
Carrying all that unbearable weight on my delicate shoulders, yet I was not ready.
For a while, I chose alcohol, until I understood that it was not worth it at all.
How could I ruin our future?
How could I lose my soulmate?
How could I be so selfish?
Simply, because that is the purpose of addiction.
You see, it successfully deceives you by creating this dreamlike illusion.
At last, I chose love.